Good Wife University (GWU)
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Chapter Fourteen -- Geezers


Laura felt as nervous as a schoolgirl as she waited in the
little room in the old convent house.  Her husband was coming. 
And she was going to make sure that he came.  Several times, if
possible.

With advice from the staff, she chose a Merry Widow corset,
stockings, and pumps with three-inch heels for her costume. 
Thes taff had allowed her peeks at Bill's answers on
the questionnaires so she knew that he liked the idea of corsets.
'But will he like me in a corset?' she wondered.  'Is it too late
for us?  Has there been no sex for too long?'

Still feeling bashful even though she was alone, Laura massaged
some more of the hormone cream into her pussy.  It felt
wonderful.  So did the natural lubrication she produced with the
help of hormone replacement.  So did the movements of her
fingers.  So did...

"Gad, that looks erotic," Bill smiled from the doorway.

"I was just getting ready for you," she smiled, embarrassed
by being caught in the act but hoping and praying he liked what
he saw.  He calmly stepped up in front of her and kissed her. 
Well.  His tongue shot out immediately to stimulate all the
nerves inside her mouth.  She remembered to kiss back, something
she had always been too shy to do.  And then she didn't have to
try to remember as instinct and hormones took over.

They kissed, then kissed some more.  After an eternity that
surely lasted only a few minutes, Bill folded the top of one of
the corset's breast cups under her breast so he could suck a
nipple.  As the dark flesh grew hard, the nubbin sent signals to
her pussy, stimulating nerves and glands that had been dormant
for lack of a simple hormone.  "Don't stop," Laura begged
her husband.

"Not for a long time," he grinned, exposing her other nipple
for similar attention.

"Oh, dear Lord, it's been so long," Laura cried softly,
holding onto her husband's nearly bald head.

"I feel like a kid again," he snickered.

"I'm no kid," she told him.

"No kid could look this good," he told her, pushing her
backward onto the bed and spreading her legs.  He went to the
same classes as the other men and was careful to pad his knees as
he settled in for the long term, licking between his wife's
thighs.

"I want to do you," Laura complained, anxious to show her
husband that she still wanted him, still loved him more than life
itself.

"I'm in charge here," he told her.

"But..."

"No buts, old woman.  One more sound out of you and I'll leave
and come back when you're in a more receptive mood."

Fearful that he might actually follow through with his
threat, Laura lay there, tense and worried and...  Darn, that
felt good.  Just like before the babies were born, when nobody
talked about oral sex, and Laura considered it so dirty and nasty
and naughty that it sent her into convulsive, mind-blowing
orgasms that she had to stifle to prevent waking the neighbors
when they lived in that little apartment over the garage.

Laura wanted to tell Bill to take off his clothes.  She wanted
to tell him that she still loved him.  She wanted to tell him
how much she wanted to suck his cock.  She wanted to tell him
that it was _RIGHT THERE_!  She made a strangled sound in her
throat.

After twenty-four years of marriage, Bill knew what that
sound meant.  She was getting hot and he was hitting the button
just the right way.  Time to back off a little and give his
bride a bit more time to build up her excitement.  It also
allowed him to cool off a bit himself.

Twenty minutes later, Laura was making strangled sounds
almost continuously as he licked and sucked, a finger probing
her well-lubricated pussy and smearing the lubricant around the
puffy lips.  It was driving her crazy.  She wanted to beg him to
get her off but he said, "Not one more word."  There was no way
she was going to spoil it.

She didn't.  Bill realized that there was a perfect amount
of stimulation.  If he waited too long, she'd get numb.  And
she certainly wasn't numb when he began to concentrate the
attention of his tongue more on her clitoris.  He added a second
finger when he probed her insides again, gently stretching and
filling her.  More pressure, faster flicking, and she started to
quiver violently.  Bill wrapped his arms around her thighs and
held on, faster, harder with the tongue, and she bucked her hips
up.  Faster and harder and her pelvis stayed high in the air and
she exploded, shouting, "Ah, oh YES, gawd, oh."

He let her down easy, continuing to lick between her pussy
lips but more gently now.  Once in a while he'd flick his tongue
tip across her clit to make her jump in surprise.  Or draw a
finger over her puckered butt hole to make her clench.  Or...

Damn, he was having fun.  When he tried to remember the last
time it was this much fun, all he remembered was the frustration
of licking her and getting little or no reaction.  He knew she
faked arousal.  That was at least ten years ago.  But now...  He
smiled and started licking again.

"No," Laura whimpered.  "It's your turn."

"Shut up, woman," he snapped, pushing a third finger up her
twat as he began licking again, swiping firmly across the top of
her clit until she moaned, then backing off again to start over. 
If she was going to get numb, so be it.  But she didn't act as
if she was getting numb.  In fact, she hadn't quite come all the
way down from her first orgasm so the feeling of his tongue and
lips and those damned mustache hairs that tickled her clit when
he licked the rim of her pussy hole was so intense that...

It took a while, maybe thirty minutes that lasted forever, but
she came for a second time, more intensely than the first.  And
Bill hadn't even undressed yet!  "Please," Laura begged.  "No
more."

"What?  You want me to leave?"

"_NO!_" she screamed, afraid he was serious.  She tried to look
up at him but the stiffeners in the corset kept her back
ramrod straight.  She realized that she would probably need help
just to stand up.  It was either that or roll onto her belly
and slide down until her feet met the floor and then push up with
her hands.

"So you want me to stay?"

"Yes, please," she giggled giddily, catching her breath.

"Let's get something to eat," he suggested, pulling her to
a sitting position by both hands.

"But don't you want to... to fuck me?"

"No," he smiled down on her.  "I want tit for tat, oral sex for
oral sex."

She reached out to unzip his pants and he pulled back.  "After
we get something to eat," he snickered.  "I've heard about
this place and I want to eyeball all the naked girls I was
told about."

It was lunchtime.  Laura introduced him to some of the women
and pointed out others, especially the single freshmen and
the toys.  She described the scene Friday night when Tina was
caned and how Tina had an orgasm during her punishment.

They were the oldest couple there but not by much.  Jessie, one
of the seniors, and her husband Ben joined the couple at a
table and they were soon talking like old friends.  Jessica
pointed out the various differences between the different levels. 
Laura noticed for the first time that the pussy hair of all the
upperclassmen (upper classwomen?) was trimmed or gone.  And
juniors often sported welts on their bottoms.

Although enjoying the 'eye candy' that was all around them,
both men continuously complimented their wives.  Jessie bragged
about the weight she had lost and complained about having to buy
an entirely new wardrobe when she finished in two weeks.  She
assured Laura that she would be a different woman when she left.

"I already am," she laughed.

"I know what you mean," Jessie grinned.  "I felt a little let
down after my first week because hell week is so intense.  It
gets easier but, well, for me it was more work and less fun. 
You'll see."

"But you have a definite kinky streak," Ben laughed aloud.  "She
was never happier than when she was in chains."

"You liked it too," Jessie snickered.

"Definitely," he agreed.  "I've made a couple of trips to
the hardware store.  There will be some surprises when you get
home."

"I can't wait," Jessie grinned.  "So how are you two doing?"

"Improving," Bill answered vaguely.

"A lot," Laura told Jessie.  "My body gave up producing some
hormones and we just about gave up sex for umpteen years.  I
was afraid it was all over until I got here."

"So you're on prescription cream, huh?"

"Maximum dose.  It's made a tremendous difference in the way
I feel."

"You look pretty damned good, too," Bill reminded her.

"I love corsets and old fashioned lingerie, too," Ben agreed.

"Like stockings instead of panty hose."

"I hate panty hose," Bill told them all.  "You might as well
wear a chastity belt."

"But they're so much more convenient," Laura started to argue.

"So pick panty hose that men like," Jessie told her.  "You'll
learn in the next couple of weeks and get to model them
for Bill."

"And everybody else," Ben laughed.

"You loved it!

"I sure did."

"So what did you order?"

"I'll never tell," he teased.  "In two weeks you'll find out."

"I take it this is a regular thing," Bill commented.

"Every few weeks the freshman, sophomore, and junior students
put on an erotic fashion show during supper on Saturday," Jessie
told the older couple.  "It's a lot of fun and there are always
new ideas.  You'd think that doing  a show three times would get
boring and repetitive but you'll be surprised."

"Sounds interesting," Bill chuckled.

"Especially the private show after dinner," Ben teased Jessie.

"You can have a private show any time you want," she countered.

"I'll hold you to that."

"You can hold me any way you want to, lover."

They talked longer than they planned, sipping decaf' that
was initially served by boy toys in bondage.  Long before they
left, they had to serve themselves.  The ladies finally collected
the mugs and, at Jessie's suggestion, carried them to the kitchen
"so they can appreciate some of our eye candy.  Walk with me. 
Ben loves looking at swiveling butts and long legs in high heels
and hose."

"Not mine," Laura sighed, still feeling fat.

"Especially yours," Jessie chuckled.  "Ben's what I call 'nuts
about butts' and he loves variety in bottoms.  I kid him that his
hobby is studying female bottoms.  And he has an anal fixation
that I've finally learned to cope with and even enjoy."

So the women walked ahead of the men, talking softly.  They
could barely hear their husband's voices and couldn't make out
what they were talking about, but Jessie's suspicions turned out
to be correct.  After the couples split up, Bill told Laura how
much they had enjoyed the show.  "Your corset and hose
really emphasize your sexy bottom," Bill chuckled, cupping his
hand under her more than ample left cheek to give it a gentle
squeeze.

Back in their room, Bill began stripping off his clothes as soon
as the door was closed.  Soon he was nude, exposing a limp penis. 
"I've been doing multiplication tables in my head to maintain
control.  Can you make me lose it?" he challenged softly.

"I'd like to try," Laura bashfully replied, waiting for him to
get into bed.  But he just stood there, closed his eyes and
waited.  For a few moments, she wondered what was going on and
didn't move.  Then she decided to take charge.  She got
the kneeling pad, threw it in front of her husband, and knelt
down to take his noodle into her mouth.

"Ah, yes," Bill hissed through gritted teeth as her tongue
raked the bottom of his cock.  Laura felt it begin to fill with
blood, to rise and stiffen.  It was a powerful feeling,
especially when she heard her husband mumbling "..and twelve
times five is sixty; twelve times six is seventy-two; aaah,
twelve times, ah twelve, oh, yes." Her first thought was to tell
him to forget the damned multiplication tables.  But when her
inexpert slurping caused him to mutter expletives rather than
coherent words, she knew she was doing well.  It felt wonderful
to please her husband.  But the feeling of power, making him lose
his concentration and making his cock hard and everything felt
good until he grabbed her hair and pushed her away.

"You've got to stop now or it'll be all over for the night,"
he panted.  "I've got to stop.  I want to make it last."

"Well I want you to shoot your gism in my mouth and leave it up
to me to get you up again," she told him seriously.  "Don't
you think I can?"

"It's not you I'm worried about," he groaned as she tried to
lean forward against his hands that still clutched her hair.

"I want to suck your cock," she said, looking straight ahead
at the engorged red shaft just inches from her mouth.  "I want
you to fuck my mouth until you fill it with your gism and then I
want to feel it get hard in my mouth again even if it takes all
night.  And if we have to sleep for a while to let you recharge,
then I'll wait but," she said, leaning forward until the pull on
herhair was painful, "I need to do this.  Please?"

"Oh, geez," he grimaced, relaxing as she engulfed him again,
practicing all of the techniques they had talked about, the
most important being to experiment and observe.  Bill loved
being tongued around his cock head but didn't react much to
friction on the bottom of his cock until he started tensing in
preparation for his orgasm.  But then he craved the friction,
holding her head and pumping, setting a rhythm that was just
right to blast spurt after spurt against the back of her mouth.

She couldn't help it.  She gagged and then coughed.  But
Laura managed to recover quickly, swallowing twice and then
gently continuing to suck as her husband's legs turned to mush.

"I'm sorry," he panted.  "I've got..just got..to lay down.. or
sit, ah, shoot."

Laura was pleased with herself as she took his hand, led him
to the bed, and pushed him onto it.  Taking a position half way
down the bed with her mouth even with his little limp noodle,
she began to nurse on him although his cock was puckered into
a little shriveled blob.

"That was great but I've had it," he managed to say, still out
of breath.  She ignored him, enjoying her sucking, wondering
if sucking wasn't some primeval need in human beings.  She
felt compelled to continue sucking as if she were nursing on a
big teat.  "Really.  That's it," he told her a few minutes later. 
And she still ignored him, feeling a slight swell.  "I won't
be able to come again tonight," he informed her as his cock
continued to swell.  "I'm just too old."

"But maybe I can get off," Laura laughed softly as she climbed
up to straddle him and sink onto his resurrected erection in
three firm pumps.  There was still a bit of soreness in her legs
from the unaccustomed exercise earlier in the week but it felt
good to be using those muscles to fuck her husband.  Besides, one
of her assignments was to masturbate while he was inside her. 
And another was to exercise.  "Can you feel that?"

"Oh, lawdy, yes," he groaned, gritting his teeth again.

"Did you know that they make me exercise my pussy muscles?"

"Really?  How?"

"Lots of ways," she told him, looking down at him lovingly as
his hands came up to caress her breasts.  "And I think that this
is the most fun way of all," she told him, squeezing as hard as
she could.  "We have meters and these metal things.  I'll show
you later."  She discovered that tensing as she rocked forward
pulled on her labia and provided some very pleasurable
stimulation for her.  And it obviously worked for Bill, too. 
"They make us play with ourselves, too," she told him shyly,
tentatively sliding her index finger down between her labia.

"I'd love to see that," he grinned.

"Then watch," she smiled down at him before closing her eyes
and blushing.  But determined to do it.  She was going to
make herself come while she fucked her husband.

-=*=-

True to his prediction, Bill didn't come again but Laura got off. 
Twice.  Bill said it didn't matter to him, that he was
getting sore.  So they slept until two a.m. when he obviously
wasn't feeling too sore any more since he was sawing in and out
of her pussy as Laura woke up.  Bill's arms started to give out
so they switched positions with her on her back and him on his
side and she brought herself off with her fingers again.  Then
they tried doggie style and she got off again just as he filled
her.

And after church on Sunday, as promised, she showed him the
pussy exercises.  And since nobody else was there, she exercised
her pussy on his cock again before he had to leave.  She cried
when she had to kiss him good bye for another week.  So did he.